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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.