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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.