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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.