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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.