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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.