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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.