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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.