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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.