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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.