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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.