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 Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.