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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.