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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Skaos,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.