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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.