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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.