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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.