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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Pole,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.