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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.