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 China and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Scientists to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.