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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.