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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.