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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.