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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Gong,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.