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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.