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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.