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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.