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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.