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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.