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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.