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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.