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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.