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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.