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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.