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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.