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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.