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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.