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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.