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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.