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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.