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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.