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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.