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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.