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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
CMW,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.