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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.