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 China and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.