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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.