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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.