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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.