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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.