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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.