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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.