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 France 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.