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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.