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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.