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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.