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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.