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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.