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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.