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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
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.