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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.