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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.