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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.