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 India 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 New Order to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.