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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.