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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.