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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.