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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.