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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.