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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.