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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.