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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.