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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.