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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.