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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Derrick May,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.