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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.