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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.