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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Mars,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Pole,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.