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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.