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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.