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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.