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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Wings,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.