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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.