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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.