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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.