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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.