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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.