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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.