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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
JFA,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.