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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.