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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
PIL,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.