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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.