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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.