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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.