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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.