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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Inner City,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.