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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.