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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.