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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
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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.