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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Technova,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.