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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.