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 China and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.