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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.