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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.