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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.