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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.