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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.