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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '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 Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.