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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.