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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.