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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.