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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.