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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.