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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.