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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.