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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.