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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.