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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.