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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.