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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Wire,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.