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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.