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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Index,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.