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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.