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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
ABC,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.