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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.