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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.