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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.