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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.