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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.