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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.