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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.