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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.