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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.