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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.