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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.