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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.