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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.