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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.