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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Lyres,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.