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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.