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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.