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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Wire,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.