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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
June of 44,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.