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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.