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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.