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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.