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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.