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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.