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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.