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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 World's Most 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
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.