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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.