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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.