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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.