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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
AZ,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.