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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.