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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.