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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.