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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.