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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.