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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.