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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.