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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Motions,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.