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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.