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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.