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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.