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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.