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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
PIL,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.