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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.