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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.