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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.