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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.