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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.