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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.