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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.