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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.