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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.