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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.