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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.