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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 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 EPMD to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Model 500,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.