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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.