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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Ituana,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Names,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.