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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.