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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.