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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.