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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.