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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Magma,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.