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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.