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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Cameo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.