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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.