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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.