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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.