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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.