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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.