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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.