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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.