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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.