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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.