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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.