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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.