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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.