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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.