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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.