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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Can,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.