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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.