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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.