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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.