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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Ronan,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.