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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.