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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.