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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.