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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.