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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.