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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.