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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.