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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Index,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.