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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.