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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.