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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
The Victims,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.