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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.