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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.