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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sherman to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.