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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.