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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.