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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.