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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Sparks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.