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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.