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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.