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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.