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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.