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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.