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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Visage,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.