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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Swans,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.