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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cluster 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.