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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Little Man,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.