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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.