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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.