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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
DNA,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.