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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.