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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.