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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.