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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.