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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.