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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.