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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.