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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Magma,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.