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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.