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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Remains,
AZ,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.