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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.