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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.