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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.