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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.