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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.