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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.