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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.