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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.