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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.