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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.