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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.