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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.