Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.