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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.