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 Angola and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.