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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Television,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.