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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.