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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
the Slits,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Slave,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Technova,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.