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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.