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 France and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.