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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Brick,
Quantec,
UT,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.