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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.