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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Can,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.