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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.