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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Franke,
The American Breed,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.