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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Nico,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Index,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.