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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.