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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.