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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.