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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.