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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.