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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Index,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.