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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.