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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.