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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.