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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Index,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.