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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.