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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.