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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.