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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.