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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.