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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.