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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.