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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
X-101,
AZ,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.