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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.