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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.