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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.