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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.