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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.