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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.