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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.