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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.