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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.