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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.