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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.