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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.