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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Index,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.