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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.