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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.