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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.