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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Nico,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.