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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.