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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.