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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Make Up,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.