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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.