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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.