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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.