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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.