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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.