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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.