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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.