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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.