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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.