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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.