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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.