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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Index,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.