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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
UT,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.