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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Index,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.