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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.