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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.