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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.