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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.