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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.