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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.