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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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The Wake,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.