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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Josef K,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.