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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.