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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.