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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.