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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.