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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.