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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
the Human League,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.