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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.