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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.