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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.