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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.