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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Slave,
Wings,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.