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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.