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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.