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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.