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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.