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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.