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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
DNA,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.