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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
The Names,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.