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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 the Normal 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Wire,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.