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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.