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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.