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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.