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 Denmark and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.