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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.