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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.