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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.