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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.