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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
UT,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.