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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.