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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Organ,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.