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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.