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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.