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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Leaves to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.