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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.