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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.