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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.