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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.