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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Gong,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.