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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.