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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.