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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.