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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.