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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.