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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.