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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Index,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.