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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.