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 Namibia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.