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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.