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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Busters 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 electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.