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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.