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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.