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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.