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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
PIL,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.