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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.