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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.