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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.