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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.