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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.