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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.