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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Move,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.