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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Monks,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.