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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Ludus,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.