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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.