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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.