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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.