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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.