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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.