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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.