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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.