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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.