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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.