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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
the Association,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.