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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Organ,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.