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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Index,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Magma,
X-101,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.