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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.