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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.