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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.