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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.