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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.