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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.