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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
CMW,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Can,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.