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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.