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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.