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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
MC5,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.