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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Index 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.