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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.