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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.