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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.