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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.