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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.