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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.