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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.