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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.