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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.