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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Pole,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.