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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.