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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.