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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.