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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Monks,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.