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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Whodini 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 grime 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.