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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.