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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.