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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.