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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.