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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.