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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.