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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.