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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.