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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.