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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.