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 Malawi and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.