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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.