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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.