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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.