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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Can to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.