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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Swans,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.