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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.