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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.