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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.