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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.