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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Pole,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.