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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.