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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.