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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.