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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.