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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.