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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
PIL,
June of 44,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.