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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.