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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.