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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Sonics,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.