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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 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 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.