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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Index,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.