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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.