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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.