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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.