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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.