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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.