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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.