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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
MDC,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.