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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.