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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.