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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Monks,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.