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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.