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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.