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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.