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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.