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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.