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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
June Days,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.