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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.