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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.