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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.