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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.