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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.