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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.