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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.