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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.