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 India and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Organ,
The Standells,
Cameo,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.