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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Visage,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.