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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.