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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Audionom 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 grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
June Days,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.