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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.