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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Swans,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.