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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.