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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Swans,
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.