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 Cuba and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.