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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.