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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.