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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.