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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.