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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.