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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.