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 Philippines and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.