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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Suicide,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.