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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 MDC to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.