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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.