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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.