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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.