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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.