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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.