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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.